Infatuation
Page 48
“You like that?”
She moans her reply and I pull back to admire my work. The creamy flesh is now covered in my marks. Nothing too crazy, but they’re there, and her nipples are more swollen than before. I press my lips against each nipple before kissing my way back up her neck.
“This is how we’re gonna play this, Mackenzie.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Tonight, I’ll do whatever it is you want. You’re running the show here.” I give her the one thing I don’t usually give. Control.
“But you said—” She looks up confused at what I’m offering and I quickly interrupt her.
“I know. And I will. Fuck me, I will have you tied and submitting to me, darlin’. But not yet. We do it this way, or no way.” I know what I told her and know what I like. But now that I have her under me naked and willing, I can’t stand the thought of pushing her away because she can’t handle it.
“Okay.” She nods before releasing a long breath. There’s no way she’s ready for what I want to give her.
“What do you like, baby?” I whisper my question against the shell of her ear and watch as goose bumps come back to surface over her skin.
“I like to be touched.” Her voice is husky, her tone desperate.
“Where do you want me to touch you? Show me.” I pull back and watch her hand slide down between her legs. “You want me to touch that pretty cunt of yours, darlin’?” Her fingers slip through her folds and her eyes roll back at my words.
“Yes.” Her back arches with each flick of her clit and I take a moment to enjoy the show. Mackenzie has always been beautiful to me, but this right here, her touching herself is fucking breathtaking.
“You want my fingers or my mouth.” I lick my lips. The very thought of tasting her, having her juices on my tongue drives me wild.
“Mouth.” Her hips start to roll in time with her finger and I quickly guide myself back to the edge of the bed. Her legs open wide, and I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my lips at just how eager she is.
“Fuck, baby. All this for me?” I dip my head low and breathe in her sweet scent. She’s wet, weeping with need, and my cock aches knowing I made her like this.
She doesn’t answer, her finger still working fast. So I take her small wrist in my hand and pin it to the bed.
“No.” A cry of displeasure tears from her lips, but I don’t let it deter me. She’s done touching. It’s my turn.
“I don’t want you coming too soon, darlin’.” I smirk at her pout. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you scream with my tongue.” I lower my face to her pink lips and slowly and painstakingly, glide my tongue from her opening to her swollen clit.
She lights up at the contact, her hips rising from the bed. Wanting to drive her wild, my hand finds her belly and I gently push her back down.
“Still,” I order, repeating the same action over. Her taste is sweet, with a hint of spice and fuck, if I could be drunk off it, I never ever want to be sober. Moving my tongue faster, I focus on her clit.
“Yes, there. Don’t move from there!” she calls out, pressing her hips into my face trying to lift for more friction.
“Darlin’, I know how to eat pussy. How about you just relax and let me.” I smile against her when she looks down her body at me.
“Seems to me you just like teasing,” she sasses, my dick bouncing in fucking delight.
“That’s the point, babe. Gonna light you up like a Christmas tree till you’re crying for release.” I ignore her panting and plunge a finger inside her. Her walls grip me tight, and I fight the urge to forget about her needs and sink my cock into her snug heat.
Soon. I remind myself.
Replacing one finger for two, I slowly hook them, searching for the right spot.
“Holy fuck, yes!” Her voice cracks in arousal, pushing me further along. I ignore the way my cock jumps at the husky sound and pick up my pace.
“Beau, Jesus. Don’t ever stop.” My name comes out as a growl, pulling my own groan from deep in my gut. She’s close. I know it. My cock feels it. Knowing I need it, I hook my fingers one more time, push down harder, and work her clit over and over. She thrusts her hips one more time, then cries out just as a small rush of her orgasm sprays against my tongue.
Holy fucking shit, she’s a squirter.
I don’t think my cock has ever wept with joy before this moment.
Her screams fill the room, and deep-seeded accomplishment flows through me. I can’t wait to fucking explore this.
Pushing the little nugget of knowledge away for another day, I keep my fingers hooked and fuck her clit with my tongue, lapping up her juices. She writhes under me, her screams making her voice raw.
“No more,” she pants, begging me to stop. With one last hook of my fingers, I give in to her request. Slowing my tongue, I carefully remove my fingers. Her juices glisten on them. I pull back and look down at her. She watches me closely, her cheeks flushed pink, a slight sheen of sweat covering her skin.
“Jesus Christ, Mackenzie, this is fucking something I wasn’t expecting.” I keep my eyes on hers as I lick my fingers clean.
“Beau, don’t.” She covers her face with one hand and I chuckle.
“I’m sorry, did you want a taste?” I tease, knowing by her reaction she’s probably never tasted herself before.
“NO!” She drops her hand. She looks almost embarrassed, but I don’t care. She’ll soon learn there is nothing to be embarrassed about with me in bed.
She moans her reply and I pull back to admire my work. The creamy flesh is now covered in my marks. Nothing too crazy, but they’re there, and her nipples are more swollen than before. I press my lips against each nipple before kissing my way back up her neck.
“This is how we’re gonna play this, Mackenzie.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Tonight, I’ll do whatever it is you want. You’re running the show here.” I give her the one thing I don’t usually give. Control.
“But you said—” She looks up confused at what I’m offering and I quickly interrupt her.
“I know. And I will. Fuck me, I will have you tied and submitting to me, darlin’. But not yet. We do it this way, or no way.” I know what I told her and know what I like. But now that I have her under me naked and willing, I can’t stand the thought of pushing her away because she can’t handle it.
“Okay.” She nods before releasing a long breath. There’s no way she’s ready for what I want to give her.
“What do you like, baby?” I whisper my question against the shell of her ear and watch as goose bumps come back to surface over her skin.
“I like to be touched.” Her voice is husky, her tone desperate.
“Where do you want me to touch you? Show me.” I pull back and watch her hand slide down between her legs. “You want me to touch that pretty cunt of yours, darlin’?” Her fingers slip through her folds and her eyes roll back at my words.
“Yes.” Her back arches with each flick of her clit and I take a moment to enjoy the show. Mackenzie has always been beautiful to me, but this right here, her touching herself is fucking breathtaking.
“You want my fingers or my mouth.” I lick my lips. The very thought of tasting her, having her juices on my tongue drives me wild.
“Mouth.” Her hips start to roll in time with her finger and I quickly guide myself back to the edge of the bed. Her legs open wide, and I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my lips at just how eager she is.
“Fuck, baby. All this for me?” I dip my head low and breathe in her sweet scent. She’s wet, weeping with need, and my cock aches knowing I made her like this.
She doesn’t answer, her finger still working fast. So I take her small wrist in my hand and pin it to the bed.
“No.” A cry of displeasure tears from her lips, but I don’t let it deter me. She’s done touching. It’s my turn.
“I don’t want you coming too soon, darlin’.” I smirk at her pout. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you scream with my tongue.” I lower my face to her pink lips and slowly and painstakingly, glide my tongue from her opening to her swollen clit.
She lights up at the contact, her hips rising from the bed. Wanting to drive her wild, my hand finds her belly and I gently push her back down.
“Still,” I order, repeating the same action over. Her taste is sweet, with a hint of spice and fuck, if I could be drunk off it, I never ever want to be sober. Moving my tongue faster, I focus on her clit.
“Yes, there. Don’t move from there!” she calls out, pressing her hips into my face trying to lift for more friction.
“Darlin’, I know how to eat pussy. How about you just relax and let me.” I smile against her when she looks down her body at me.
“Seems to me you just like teasing,” she sasses, my dick bouncing in fucking delight.
“That’s the point, babe. Gonna light you up like a Christmas tree till you’re crying for release.” I ignore her panting and plunge a finger inside her. Her walls grip me tight, and I fight the urge to forget about her needs and sink my cock into her snug heat.
Soon. I remind myself.
Replacing one finger for two, I slowly hook them, searching for the right spot.
“Holy fuck, yes!” Her voice cracks in arousal, pushing me further along. I ignore the way my cock jumps at the husky sound and pick up my pace.
“Beau, Jesus. Don’t ever stop.” My name comes out as a growl, pulling my own groan from deep in my gut. She’s close. I know it. My cock feels it. Knowing I need it, I hook my fingers one more time, push down harder, and work her clit over and over. She thrusts her hips one more time, then cries out just as a small rush of her orgasm sprays against my tongue.
Holy fucking shit, she’s a squirter.
I don’t think my cock has ever wept with joy before this moment.
Her screams fill the room, and deep-seeded accomplishment flows through me. I can’t wait to fucking explore this.
Pushing the little nugget of knowledge away for another day, I keep my fingers hooked and fuck her clit with my tongue, lapping up her juices. She writhes under me, her screams making her voice raw.
“No more,” she pants, begging me to stop. With one last hook of my fingers, I give in to her request. Slowing my tongue, I carefully remove my fingers. Her juices glisten on them. I pull back and look down at her. She watches me closely, her cheeks flushed pink, a slight sheen of sweat covering her skin.
“Jesus Christ, Mackenzie, this is fucking something I wasn’t expecting.” I keep my eyes on hers as I lick my fingers clean.
“Beau, don’t.” She covers her face with one hand and I chuckle.
“I’m sorry, did you want a taste?” I tease, knowing by her reaction she’s probably never tasted herself before.
“NO!” She drops her hand. She looks almost embarrassed, but I don’t care. She’ll soon learn there is nothing to be embarrassed about with me in bed.
